Lyrics:
guns these ain't no toys
Murder team they making big noise
Over east dey be kicking in doors
Outwest be infested with fiends
My choice had too serve them
Cause even in my city there's no heart in the streets man
We all trying to compete, to make our life complete
By serving in these streets, dodging
nigga
Police pull up to my street they gon have to retreat nigga
Every Halloween we be doin' trick or treat nigga
I be on my grind I be hopin' on the beat
it because of my jersey?
It is because that I'm perfect?
Police see I got my hands up
Still wanna kill me, they don't understand us
They be
commit domestic violence
Don't call police, don't try it
By the time that they get here, bitch, you gon' be lifeless
You may not know what my PP do, but
someone's there to police the police
I'm sick of all this everyday harassment
(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being
the police in Brooklyn?
Turn this jam up, yo, yo
This the type of jam that be getting no airplay
I want the whole world to hear this joint right here, yo
And All Police in the World
Cannot Protect Death Metal
Human Love
Sad Voice Sad Voice
Preaching Fallen Heroes
Die in My Arms
Millions Cry
Big Noise Big
Cause niggas will have you locked up the snitch'll be your man
Givin police the run down on your plans
We're never goin down like that
So I, shut my mouth
you even if he dropped a bomb in this
You still gon' be found in a ditch
My name should be Robin Banks the way I be robbin' banks
I'm a fiend for
(Teflon Intro)
Momma and Daddy said we had to be in know I'm talkn' bout
(H2O Intro)
(Saw the police lights and ran back home)
(Teflon Intro)
nights of rain
To replenish my adolescent brain
Blessed be her name, before her birth I was insane
So I drive to cool the pressure down, delay the pain
niggaz from battle
We outta control we can't be handled
We sick of police and these scandals
44. Magnums bust'en at random at em
In the Middle
that she was a well liked member of the police department here
And had a calling to serve
I ain't got no time to play with y'all
I got my paper
Got my
Okwa by onye eriri eburu oche ya
It’s blaq boi banks
Onye anwuru
Okwa oko gi
Okwa oko gi
I got my eyes on the bigger bag aiming for the bigger
on me
Got's to be clever, when now they grindin' for your cheese
'Cause when it be comin to drama, my city's under siege
Watch who you're talkin
BLOWN
By Victorya ft. Chevy Woods
Ooh ooh
*Giggle*
Verse 1/
So blown
I can hardly see straight
Oh in my zone
Is it the weed or the way you make me
since they drove down my block carrying Biggie's urn
From up the block, 'cross the street by the store
When my man was put in position, told him peep
bendin', when we late, most my cars they got exhaust
Ride 'round in stolen cars, catch one, knock 'em off
Marley, mommy, I'm not tryna be violent
It's not
the Po
Cuz they wanna take my soul
God save from Police
They wanna take my soul
Right now I’m coming with a different perspective
The government,
stretch me
And mane the police on my trail
I pray them bitches dont arrest me
We gone kill em one by one and we go by two and we go zip the dog
Hold on hold
6 in the morning, police at my door
Fresh Adidas squeak across the bathroom floor
Out my back window I make a escape
Don't even get a chance
by the cops fuck 12
Police pull at every block
She on her knees she gon give me top
She gon clean me good like a mop
Got her the gucci and flip flops
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo,
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